This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 397 Black Swan Wizard House of Cards

11 month 26 day.

Today is Muggle Thanksgiving.

Although wizards don't celebrate festivals, Diagon Alley is crowded with people early in the morning.

Their target was South Street, Shop No. 103.

There's no signboard, just a big magic rune.

"What on earth does this mean?" a witch in the front asked the wizard next to her.

"Looks like 'Wayne Enterprises', you know my runes are pretty bad."

The witch stretched out her hand to pinch his arm, "You still have the nerve to say this? Who told you not to concentrate on studying after taking the elective course!"

"Oh——I was thinking about how to confess my love to you at that time."

Looking at the aggrieved wizard, she put on a sweet smile, "I'll settle the score with you when I go back."

There are so many people in broad daylight, it is really not suitable.

The No. 203 shop on the opposite side is all covered under a black curtain.

Although there were not many people, all of them were wearing luxurious wizard robes.

The interior of the store is even more luxurious.

An oversized crystal chandelier that is exaggerated to occupy the entire ceiling;

A bright red velvet carpet covered with expensive vera wood floors;

gilt tables and chairs studded with precious stones;

Display cabinets that reflect brilliance like diamonds...

Just for the decoration alone, it is estimated that several larger shops can be bought.

The curtain looks black from the outside, but the outside can be clearly seen from the inside.

Lucius sat on a black velvet sofa, looking at the big battle opposite through the glass with disdain.

So what if there are too many people?Nothing compares to the quality here.

"A group of guys who have never seen the world!" Argos Parkinson, who was sitting opposite, had the same disdainful tone.

Despite his fancy attire, he looks a lot like a poodle.

Edgar Crabbe on the other sofa stood up,

"Yagos, they will soon realize who is more valuable."

Gannis Goyle got up at the same time, "Yesterday's tricks are nothing more than tricks after all. How can cards made of scrap metal compare to our wizard cards."

The two came to the gate inlaid with black onyx gems.

"Wait first." Lucius waved his hand to prevent them from opening the door.

The smiles on the faces of old Crabbe and old Goyle became cruel.

Not only will the price be reduced for sale, but the door will also be opened at the same time.

It's obviously here to provoke, can a 12-year-old kid bear it?

In the corner sat a beautiful lady.

The red robe she wears is too small, always inadvertently highlighting her excellent figure.

If it weren't for her mature and charming temperament, it would be really difficult to guess her real age based on her appearance alone.

"Wayne is just a child." She chuckled, "Maybe he didn't even dare to ask for leave to go over there."

This voice is full of charm, but the tone is particularly cold.

Franz Flint was playing with the wizard card in his hand, looking at her intentionally or unintentionally,

"Mrs. Zabini, children can't force us parents to come forward."

Old Flint was big, at least three sizes bigger than his son Marcus.

He raised the corner of his mouth contemptuously, "This little devil's teacher has a good relationship with Dumbledore, do you think it's possible—"

"Frantz!" Lucius' face was obviously displeased, "Your assumption is completely unfounded."

The people who know you best are often your enemies.

If Dumbledore wanted to use the child, he would have taken Draco as a hostage and made him submit obediently.

If the diary hadn't involved Voldemort, a lifetime of fighting might not have driven him out of the Hogwarts board.

"It's just a joke." Old Flint stopped what he was doing,

"Lucius, don't forget that you personally invited me to join."

"I remember, of course I do."

The Flints were a wizarding family as old as Malfoy.

If it weren't for the huge amount of benefits, he would be as lazy as his son to deal with these people.

But now, there seems to be another reason.

Madame Zabini's full name is Lucretia Zabini,

Although she is nearly forty years old, she still looks like a girl.

The hot figure is looming under the red robe, and anyone who sees it will take a second look.

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle were relatively restrained, and Old Flint almost had "desire" written on his face.

"Finally there's movement on the opposite side." Old Parkinson also took a peek.

Lucius stood up with a fake smirk, "Open the door, don't keep our old friend waiting too long."

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle pulled aside.

The black curtain covering the entire store disappeared automatically, revealing a dark golden signboard with gemstones of various colors on its edges.

Black Swan Wizard House of Cards, which is named by their children.

"Oh——Lucius!" A chunky wizard in a gold silk black robe walked into the store enthusiastically,

"Long time no see, old friend!"

Lucius hugged him equally warmly, "Jermel, you are welcome."

According to the general definition of wizards, as long as there is no Muggle direct relative within five generations from both parents, they can be counted as pure blood.

Only the Holy 28 can be traced back further.

Almost all the people who came to the black swan wizard card house were pure blood.

Discount?unnecessary!

Wizard cards are made of gold and silver, inlaid with various fine gemstones.

It's as thin as a cicada's wing and feels almost weightless in the hand.

The original price is only 10 Galleons, and the craftsmanship alone is worth it.

Look at the Gwent card on the opposite side, it sells 1 Galleons for 10 gallon, a proper black-hearted businessman.

With a wave of his small round hand, Jemel bought two sets of wizard cards.

The total is less than 3000 Galleons, there is simply no better deal than this.

"Look, it's Wayne!"

"Oh—Merlin! Who is the handsome guy next to him? He looks very similar to him!"

"Hush—Minister Fudge is here."

"Wow! Dumbledore is here too!"

Lucius and the others all frowned.

This battle is really not small.

The Ministry of Magic even sent several Aurors to maintain order, and Director Scrimgeour led the team himself.

Vincent's white shirt and black robe standing outside the store looked plain and simple, but an insider could see the clue at a glance.

Khafre, the president of the International Alchemy Association who came all the way from Egypt, knew that the black robe was woven from mithril.

It is not very refined, but it is an excellent defensive alchemy item.

"Mr. Wayne, I haven't seen you in half a year. I didn't expect you to make a new work."

Vincent froze for a moment, then shook hands with him very naturally and friendly, "President Hafre, the Gwent card is not a perfect work."

Hafre cast a small look, "No, no, your work is full of creativity as always."

Rita, who was at the outermost part of the crowd, was holding an old-fashioned camera, snapping snap shots at the smiling two.

Even if she didn't specifically explain anything, she knew that today's headlines only belonged to the Gwent brand, and only to Vincent who let this group of bigwigs come to support him.

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